Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Her inquiring mind vastly approved of the sights and sounds, implored and admiring of the way the world below fathoms and currents was laid out. There were discernible differences, as always, but the way in which they merfolk also lived their lives was inspiring; and Melita had to wonder if war would even touch these places. Hopefully not. She couldn’t imagine what the Voice would require from the sea.
She waved along to those she saw, ignoring if they grimaced or stared at her, bewildered, content with the entire exchange. Her features were of obvious dismay when time was of the essence, but the youth understood, even if her expression showcased her disappointment. On another whim, she pointed upwards, indicating launching towards the surface – so she could have some air and extend her gratitude with words, rather than just earnest smiles.
She waved along to those she saw, ignoring if they grimaced or stared at her, bewildered, content with the entire exchange. Her features were of obvious dismay when time was of the essence, but the youth understood, even if her expression showcased her disappointment. On another whim, she pointed upwards, indicating launching towards the surface – so she could have some air and extend her gratitude with words, rather than just earnest smiles.
Melita
